Of course on any given weekend Bernie and I are probably going to ride together. But what else will we do on a weekend? I thought you might like to read this tongue in cheek email invitation to our neighbor P, inviting him to participate in our upcoming weekend plans. It will give you some idea of how we really are planning to spend this coming weekend. Whatever you will be up to next weekend, I hope you enjoy yourselves and don't forget to pack your smile.
Weekend Itinerary. Please pick and choose what you wish to participate in.
Friday Night Diner at Leatherwood 6:30ish we can pick you up.
Dog Hair Cutting Festival (Dog's hair is long and matted to provide extra clipping fun!)
Hammock Rides…slots still available but book early!,
Weeding and Gardening Demo (cold beer available).
How To Scoop Poop Clinic (with Julia)
Tractor Ride (you may be asked to drive it yourself with a bush hog attached.)
Mule Ride (you might get a good one you may not) Fun like Russian roulette!
Round Pen and Mule Rope Demonstration (I don't know who will be teaching this, maybe the mule.)
Noon Nap (book hammock or bring a blanket for the lawn) If you need help we have an expert napper on hand.
6pm PICKLE RAFT SEASON OPENING FLOAT with beer and bonfire
Some Sort of Easy Meal To Follow Raft Ride. (You could offer to bring it.)
Book and philosophy discussion as well as current events and any jokes during dinner.
Nature Observation from back deck and Arrival of Firefly Show.
Wren Mother Sightings as she feeds brood (sorry the garbage near her box stinks, bring clothes pin for nose)
Don’t miss out!
What’s recommended is: Friday night at Leatherwood and the Saturday pickle raft float and simple diner to follow. But all events are free and open.
Note: White Mountain Library hours from 12pm to 5pm all day Saturday... book sign out sheet, no mask policy but leave doors open and wash hands on entry. Food and Talking Always Allowed In Library
J & B
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Spring In To Summer
The humming birds are back, sucking on the sweet water. The firewood has been harvested and brought in to the shed. The blue birds have claimed boxes and are climbing in to nest. The wren in the bird box on the front porch has already had her chicks and is frantically feeding them, a seed, a worm, in and out she goes. We are heading towards summer.
The nostrils on pony, Pie and the mules have trickles of yellow pollen on them. We have probably said good buy to the cheery fire in our wood stove for the season. There is song every where from bird and bug. The turkeys gobble every morning. One close to the house is in search of love for sure. He sounds forlorn. I hope he finds what he’s looking for. The leaves on the trees are still a softer green than they will become but any day now the shade will darken and this will bring with it a thought that perhaps there is too much green about.
Shedding time brings tickling noses as we groom the mules and Pie but also shiny coats that suggest they are tremendously well cared for. Snookie is too hot and his coat which has not stopped growing is too long. He pants often and hides under the porch. Digging in the dirt to cool and hide from the flies. We are out of the cabin a lot now and though tasks require us to sit inside when we’d like always to be out, the writing gets done.
The days are longer, so evenings beckon us out and tardy to eat. Then it’s late and we are not sure where our reading time has gone. We sleep and wish for the cold that all winter long has kept us tucked comfortably under the blankets. Now we must adjust them often. Mornings are beautiful. We are woken to busy birds, like a country city, off to its morning agenda. We set about to get as busy as the birds, but first we sit with coffee and just take in their head start. This is how it is here as the spring gives way to summer. The garden must get planted soon. There is a palpable turn of season. Summer is upon us. The whippoorwill has been herd, faint and far but already